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She didn't argue. She didn't even roll her eyes. She simply turned around and sat down—not on the edge of the beanbag, but directly on my lap.

I sat there, frozen, the glow of the TV screen reflecting off the silver studs on her collar. She smelled like clove cigarettes and expensive vanilla. Every time she turned a page, I could feel the slight movement of her shoulders against mine. She was "mean" Jade—the girl who terrified the neighborhood—and yet, in the quiet of the room, there was a strange, suffocating gravity to her presence that made it impossible for me to move, even if I wanted to. F4M-Your-Friends-Mean-Goth-Sister-Sits-on-Your-...

The air left my lungs. She was heavy in that solid, deliberate way, her leather jacket cold against my chest. She pulled a book from her back pocket, cracked the spine, and started reading as if I were nothing more than a piece of furniture. "Uh, Jade?" I managed to choke out. She didn't argue